Nope, no idea. I really haven’t any idea. I mean, sure, I have loads of ideas all day long. But I open up the page – that dreadful, white, blank page – and it all just seems to melt away. It almost feels as though none of it ever existed in the first place. It isn’t that I have a block. It is that I have an empty slate. And being able to create anything for this nothing is not only amazing, but mind-blowing. I always look for direction, instruction, guidance…, and yet, does that direction, instruction, guidance, even if ever so slightly, take away from the me of it? Does that not remove the me from the creation, and put at least a part of the result under the specifications of another, when it could have been all generated from me? It could have been purely me, but I wanted outside direction. But I want me and I want the blank slate… sort of. I want the slate however it may be, but perhaps I would like to paint it first, and then begin to work (although the painting would be beginning already), because blank and solid and white is just not me. Yes, yes… perhaps I just need to paint, and then create further and further from that initial coat.
Post-a-day 2018
hannah ananas 